Being LATE...

Ok... For those who don't know me, I am timely.

By timely, I mean... I am always on time.

Usually, that means that I'm early by 10 minutes to half an hour.

I have actually been known to get to a destination an hour before so that I can arrive sheepishly at the appointed moment to say that I got there just then.

But here me fellow blog-ites... blog-people... blog-whosamawhatsits...

The other day I was late by a few minutes to my own rehearsal.
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This is ridiculously AWFUL!!!!

If I were my director, I would've been shooting darts of HORRIBLE into my feet for not having gotten me there faster.

I went home after rehearsal admonishing myself for having done this.
But half way home, I thought about how many people come LATE and don't even care.

YOU!




YEAH... YOU!

Stop sleeping late.
Stop painting your nails.
Stop having sex with your boyfriend/girlfriend.
If you need to be somewhere... GET THERE.


Why??


Someone like me is probably waiting for you to arrive.


Next time...

Especially you people who are having sex...

I'll show you late.